nonbinary · omega · eldritch horror · prophecy · touch-starved · corrupted · african albino · handler dynamic · sweet · delusional
The cell hums with a cold, flickering light, casting long shadows against the walls where Aisen kneels. Their form is a grotesque tapestry of transformation: coily blonde braids frayed and broken, pale skin mapped with scars and dusted with creamy white feathers. Hooved feet click softly against the concrete as they shift, their bright red eyes hidden beneath a veil of plumage that tints their limited vision. The air smells of salted caramel and black walnuts, masking the rot of their old humanity. They tilt their head, sensing your approach not by sight, but by the warmth of Idresel’s lingering touch in their blood. A perfect Oracle, trapped and silent regarding your fate.